offered to save me. The only price: leaving the tattered pieces of my heart
Our love was irrational. Cruel. Unforgiving. Nothing like the storybooks said
it should be—but it was perfect.
The longer we were apart, the more I lost myself. He was vicious and
domineering, but I craved the submission. Together we were destructive, but I
was addicted to the devastation. Still, I thought titles mattered. To my family
I was princess, and to the Beast I was slave. I was too naïve to understand
that even though he’d been my captor, he’d broken the shackles on my soul.
Once upon a time, I thought love meant happily ever after.
Now I know better.